Leon. How?
Hida. In the way of marriage, it must be so,
Your oath is ti'd to Heaven: as my love to him.
Leon. I know thou dost but try my age,
Come ask again.
Hida. If I should ask all my life-time, this is all still.
Sir, I am serious, I must have this worthy man without
enquiring why; and suddenly, and freely:
Doe not look for reason or obedience in my words:
My love admits no wisdom:
Only haste, and hope hangs on my fury,
Speak Sir, speak, but not as a Father,
I am deaf and dull to counsel: inflamed blood
Hears nothing but my Will;
For Gods sake speak.
Dor. Here's a brave alteration.
Nis. This comes of Chastity.
Hida. Will not you speak Sir?
Agen. The god begins his vengeance; what a sweet youth
he has sent us here, with a pudding in's belly!
Leon. Oh let me never speak,
Or with my words let me speak out my life;
Thou power abus'd: great Love, whose vengeance now we
feel and fear, have mercy on this Land.
Nis. How does your Grace?